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love poem

diga-me
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu sei não onde
o alvorecer era verde maçã
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
macio como a cama na terra
irmão, eu sou fogo
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
caído assim
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu ganhei a raça
o dia é feito

 



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